Inside the VIP room on the ninth floor—
Fu Youhan had already returned to his original spot, while Ye Chen had also wrapped his arms around Yu Dingding's waist, who had long been inside the room.
"Baby, you've missed quite a show just now. It's really too bad you didn't see it."
"What show?"
Yu Dingding always felt that Ye Chen was unusually animated today, like a paparazzo who had just snapped some earth-shattering scoop.
But before Ye Chen could answer, Fu Youhan gave him a cold side glance and scolded: "Nosey."
At this point, Jiang Moxi pushed open the door of the VIP room.
Seeing Jiang Moxi without makeup, Yu Dingding's eyes lit up with joy: "Moxi?"
Lately, with Jiang Moxi absent from the ninth floor, her nights had been unbearably dull; aside from scheming to extract money from Ye Chen, her life had no other amusement.
Now that she had seen Jiang Moxi again, Yu Dingding felt her happiness return.
Jiang Moxi greeted Yu Dingding and then looked at Fu Youhan.
